Alright, time to update the story that I have neglected. This is getting really hard to write. I can barely remember my history class. This chapter especially.

Chapter Six

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday Two Worlds Collide! Be There or Be Lame!

Sokka and Katara roamed up and down the beach searching for driftwood. Sokka's arms were loaded with the damp wood. They'd been on the island for almost a week. The people were very hospitable and kind to them. "Hey, what's that?" he heard his sister ask. Sokka dropped the wood and looked in the direction she pointed. A small fleet of rowboats made their way toward land. Behind them were three huge ships. "Run and tell the villagers." She ordered him. He sprinted off tearing through the forest in the direction of the tiny village.

Katara meanwhile hid at the forest's boundary and watched as the boats hit land. Several young boys jumped into the shallow water and dragged the boats ashore. Katara recognized a small boy with blue tattoos and another older boy with a scar over one eye, Aang and Zuko. Sokka came back with several villagers. They all stared at the pale men in the boats clad in shiny metal riding huge dogs. "Hey," Sokka said, "It's Aang and Zuko." He stepped out from the brush and several of his comrades and Katara followed. Two words: Big mistake! One of the men pointed a sword at them.

"Take us to your leader." He commanded.

"Huddle," Sokka pulled them all into a tight group, "What do we do?"

"Take them to the chief," an eleven year old boy said, "They are our gods."

"What?" Sokka asked.

"These people believe that their gods will arise from the sea and that they are pale and shine like the sun." Sokka jumped and turned to see Dragon behind him.

"So we're gods?" Zuko asked striding up with Aang on his heels.

"To the fangirls, yes." Both Sokka and Zuko shuddered violently.

"Fangirls?" Katara asked

"Don't ask." The three of them chorused.

"Do I have fangirls?" Aang asked with bright eyes.

"Um, I'm not completely sure," She turned her head up toward the puffy white clouds, "Are any of you Aang fangirls?" She looked back to the group, "I'll get back to you on that. Uh, anyway, you two go back to where you were." Aang and Zuko skulked away. "Okay, back to my original topic, these guys are gods, not really but, you know. So, don't mess with this history, it's crucial the future. Have fun." Time began again.

"Okay, let's go." Sokka began leading the troop into the woods.

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The men and the village chief spoke for almost forever. Eventually they came out of the chief's home. "Your land belongs to Spain, now." One of the metal clad pale men announced, "You will be taken back with us and sold."

"You can't do that." Katara said.

"Why yes we can, little girl. We are your gods; we'll do whatever we want." The people and Sokka and Katara were herded into the small boats and rowed off to the huge ships. They lifted anchor and began the voyage. After only a couple hours Dragon showed up.

"I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're not going to be sold into slavery like the rest of these poor souls. The bad news is that you have one more place to go before I can go home." She brought them up on deck and found Aang and Zuko. "Where's Azula?" she asked

"In the galley, they made her wash dishes." Zuko said.

"Well, go get her." Once they were all together, Dragon whisked them away. The first stop was on the edge of a large crowd all facing toward a huge palace. "Lima, Peru. Sokka and Katara stay here. This is about a hundred years after your first encounter." She took the other three and brought them to a room inside the palace. Everything was covered in gold. At the window there stood two men in armor and the Incan emperor. "That's Atahualpa, the Incan emperor. You're here to watch the next, oh say, three minutes. This is just like the Caesar thing last time, don't say or do anything." She vanished.

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"Don't worry, my people," the emperor announced to his people. "Everything is fine. I do request however that you supply our guests with more gold." A face of one of the Spaniards appeared over his shoulder.

"He's being held prisoner." Sokka muttered. "We have to help him." He picked up a rock and hurled it at the window. The man behind the emperor ducked and the beloved Incan ruler was struck in the temple. He fell out of the crowd's view, but no doubt dead. Everyone else turned and glared at Sokka and Katara.

"Let's leave," It was Dragon. Aang, Zuko and Azula stood with her. "I've changed my mind. You're going to stay here for a little while more. And you have somewhere less to be right now. Sokka, you're extremely lucky that that was supposed to happen."

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She left them on a cold deck in England ready to board a little ship bound for America, again.

That's right! The Pilgrims! Everyone's favorite religious coots. Sorry about the almost month long wait. Hopefully, it won't happen again…maybe. R&R!

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